Hell, Alice couldn’t be high-profile if she tried. She was a mousy, plain little woman with brown hair and brown eyes and a brown dress that looked ...ike she’d bought it from an industrial burlap supplier. Blake wasn’t sure if ‘Brown’ was her actual last name, or just a description that stuck. She even managed to sound brown when she talked. She just droned on in a dull monotone about the technical end of her work, pointing out little details and explaining her techniques and generally boring. Aur ek hath se mere bable daba daba ke laal kar rakhe the. Aur dusri taraf ye tharki buddha mere boobs berahmi se masal raha tha. Aur mere ek hath ko apne lund pe rakhke sehlane lagva raha tha.Thodi der mein bajume khade uncle mere muh mein jhad gaye aur mujhe unka sara maal pina pada. Abhi buddhe ke bhi lund ko mere kisi hole mein ghusna tha. Isliye usne kaha, “Beta tumhare bajuke uncle kabse khade hai. Aao mere god mein baith jao, unko seat pe baithne do.”Ye kehne par main uth gayi aur. . do ... business consulting...”“And?”“And, I guess you’re an escort.”“Right, and what are all the other names for an escort?”“Uhmmm, you mean like courtesan?”“Keep going. Get to unkind ones.”“Call girl? Prostitute?”“How about whore?”“I don’t think of you that way,” Margo insisted, her crying easing up as she spoke.“But that’s what I am and do. Mike doesn’t seem to mind. Why should YOU think you’re unworthy if I deserve those labels? You’re smart, beautiful, sexy, and one of the most desirable. She kept making flirty remarks about bad boys and how she had a thing for bad boys until they met. She had been drinking champagne as we were driving and seemed to be catching a decent buzz. She asked me to tell her more of my stories. "Well if I am going to be revealing my whole life to you, wouldn't it be fair for you to reveal some of yours to me?" "Well that really isn't much to say, my life has been pretty much planned and plain, but if you would like me to reveal myself." She leaned back.